"Good."
The High Priest took a deep breath: "Lord Su, the Chief of the Escort, need not calculate meticulously. Just say how much you require each year."
"Straightforward."
Su Mo laughed: "How about this, a hundred thousand taels of silver a year, delivered to my Ziyang Escort Agency on this day every year by Baihu City. If Baihu City is short on manpower or lacks an appropriate convoy, you can send a letter to my Ziyang Escort Agency, and I will send someone to collect it. What does the High Priest think?"
The Chief Steward found it difficult to stand steadily and reached out to support himself against the remaining half of a pillar in the Tiger Lord Hall.
Su Mo claims he's not making an outrageous demand?
A hundred thousand taels a year…
What exactly does this old tiger eat that costs so much money in a year?
The High Priest actually laughed, nodded, and said:
"Very well, with Lord Su's word, it does put one at ease.
"Thus, let it be according to what Lord Su has said."
